January 1: Where were you last night when 2013 turned into 2014? Is that where you'd wanted to be?
Greg slowly, and as quietly as he could, untangled himself from the silk sheets. He inhaled sharply when his feet touched the cold floor, but stood up confidently and looked around in search for something he could cover his almost naked form with. Having found his trousers, the detective walked over them, put them on quickly and after a moment of hesitation pulled a navy blue, probably even more silkier than the bed's clothing, dressing gown around his shoulders.
He decided it was not enough to warm up properly, though. A hot cup of coffee would do. Even though the central heating was on, the flat was still rather chilly. No wonder, it was the middle of winter after all. January the first.
Greg smiled to himself.
He couldn't even remember the last time he'd spent the New Year's Eve with someone that he'd actually wanted to, in place that wasn't a police station or a bloody crime scene.
But there he was. In a fancy flat, wrapped in an exclusive dressing gown and having drunk a champagne that probably cost more than he would save after putting aside his salary for half of a year. To be honest, just the company of the owner of the place would do perfectly, not that he complained.
And now the coffee, oh God the coffee. Lestrade bit down on his tongue, not to let out a loud, inappropriate sound. He didn't think he could ever get used to all that, still feeling out of place and with bothering thoughts piling up in his head, but he felt like for the future of that relationship which was just beginning to grow up (and perhaps for the coffee), he could give it a try. Definitely.
Deep in his thoughts, Greg didn't hear the steps of an approaching man, who a short moment later wrapped his slender arm around the cop's middle and rested the chin on his shoulder delicately. The detective only side glanced at him, shook his head with disbelief and chuckled, his silver hair tickling Mycroft's cheek.
"Happy New Year, Gregory" the politician murmured, before pressing a gentle kiss to the other's progressing stubble.
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A/N: Back with another Mystraaade! This time it's an attempt to get me writing every day, at least something small, and idea of which came from 365 Days of Writing Prompts from WordPress. ( . / 2013/ 12/ ) Obviously these are not strict fanfiction prompts, so I'll just try to adjust them a little bit.
They'll be all beta'd (I think so, at the moment) but nor Brit-picked, since I have no one to do that for me, so sorry for every mistake of that kind, of any kind.
Hope you'll enjoy that nonetheless!
And I know it's already 3rd January, I'll post the rest of the days asap so I can update the rest on the right days :)